Pleonasm

Mary and my gut both tell me
Leave well enough alone
But i just don't see how well enough could be alone
So i call you from the couch
There's some stuff i wanna talk about

I pry open my mouth but what comes out
Was nothing that i meant to say -- just everything i ate that day
'Cause the best laid plans of drunk and anxious
Often stop at getting drunk and anxious
You know i'm no good at making plans

Wouldn't even be here if i didn't think you'd be
I'd love to want to hide but i survive by being seen
If only things were half as easy as you made them seem
I'd worry less what feels the best and do what's best for me

I don't sleep much anymore
But i'm pretending more than ever